I must admit, I was a tad intoxicated that evening, wondering about Sally. I knew her first name, obviously, but not too much more. Last name surmised... overheard and confirmed; but no idea where she lived, what junior high she'd attended, nothing.The next day we caught up with one another on campus. Truthfully, we accidently happened upon one another, sitting on adjacent benches in the courtyard, surrounded by clouds of friends and acquaintances.We locked eyes, shared a brief smile and a. ”“And when the next great player comes along?”“I’ll worry about that when they’re at least as good as Bobby Orr, Bobby Hull, or Gordie Howe!”“What if I can’t find a Tretiak poster?” she asked.“Try for the 1980 Russian Olympic team. If we have to do that, though, then get a matching one for the US and we’ll hang both and it can be the 1980 room!”“Should I get a picture of your host sister for the room, then?” Elyse teased.“There’s obviously a story there that I’m missing,” Kimmy giggled.Elyse. Talk to Gary. He's been there and back. Or talk to Mary Butler. She's walked in your sandals, for sure."Robin had to believe Mary meant what she'd said. They were like sisters. She knew Mary loved her and really cared. So, a few days later, she drove up to Warm Springs and found Mary Butler hanging laundry on the line in her back yard."Hi, Mary. I thought Gary bought you a new washer and dryer?" He did. But clothes dried on a line smell better! Have you ever noticed? And they wear longer too.... He must have spilt the oil. I parted my legs as the oil dripped down. I felt it trickle down my arse and onto the edge of my panties."Yeh! Sorry, I lost my grip on the oil bottle," he said, “I will rub the oil in quickly."He massaged down the back of my legs and I felt his fingers fan out and massage close to my crotch and almost getting to the edge of my panties."That's good, I really hurt those muscles stretching at yoga," I said in a quiet muffle.On the next repeat of this stroke, I parted.